Fingertips dance through fog,
Particles alight in treetops,
Waves ripple upon his face,
Cities below, nature engulfs us,
On the mountain top, winds blow:
I turn not from society, yet find essence far from man,
He is all that I have been, and will be,
I reach out to touch a single sundrop, and feel,
Duality in an instant, yet still I am me.